:c

I’ve been complimented every now and then on how happy I am.
My professor once told me, “Michelle always laugh. Even at the silliest things… But that’s actually healthy. You’re a happy girl.”

Right.

If I’m so happy why do I feel like opening this damned computer, while crying, and blogging at how lonely I am?

I am happy. Sometimes.

But somehow, I feel that my life is crumbling.

My family is fine… minus my dad, of course.

*which is totally awesome because I hate him*

My mom is still the understanding mom she is… but she seems to be looking at me in this weird way. What’s the deal?

I love my brother eventhough he really is troublesome. But lately, he’s been unbearable.

My boyfriend, the perfect guy in my eyes, is no longer perfect.

I’m actually annoyed at him at this very minute.

and my friends…well, they’re my sanity. so, they’re okay.

But the thing is, I’m at home, reading a book that’s 100x hard to understand and feeling all lonely.

whatever.

and I…

I’m supposed to be studying because I have a major exam tomorrow in Public Finance but I can’t seen to concentrate.

Because honestly, I feel like shit.

*Sorry for the emoness of this post. Just ignore it. I just have to let this out.*

~ by che on January 16, 2008.